Deep within another world...
A world of emptiness, yet one of peace.
Deep within the hollow of the soul
To hide within nothing from everything.
Deep into a mystic trance.
Staring coldly through dancing Northern Lights,
And seeing ... blankness.
The mind snaps back with a ringing,
As from the steel jaws of a sprung trap!
Eyes penatrate the thick blanket of surrounding darkness,
Burning their way into the heart.
Coldness slowly wraps it's icy fingers around a huddled form,
Freezing the marrow within every bone.
Sounds mysteriously ride the bitter wind over distant snowy ridges,
To be heard by no man ... save one.
Alone in a world of loneliness.
Loneliness is emptiness
And emptiness is peace.
A peaceful, dreamy feeling.
A warm sleepiness.
Sleepiness.
Sleep ...
Copyright©by Mark W. Vance
December 1973